He prays to God in some dim, dumb way, and vaguely imagines when he has been expedited from this sad world by a machete slash or bayonet thrust or high-velocity steel-jacketed bullet that all will be made square in that other world where God rules and where taskmasters are not.

Then Wolverine signs up to get steel-jacketed bones so that he can kill his brother, though the military quickly tries to kill him as Wolvie was only supposed to be proof of concept and this is the 1970s so military budgets are extremely high.

This is not good, Eric thought, hoping his shields would hold against stray bullets as well as spells, knowing that if the bullets were steel-jacketed they probably wouldn't after the first one or two.